As a single drop of rain falls in this ashen city, I’m a prisoner of memories holding their breath.
A mark is burned upon my eyelids as I brandish a fragile knife –
The future’s crumbling away.

Trapped forever in a world I see in slow motion,
Before I knew it, I was even hating myself…
Reaching my hand out to that forbidden fruit, nameless cells shout forth.

Flash of light, run forth, seeking to reveal this illusion –
I set off a siren for this “abnormal” era seeking perfection.
Ringing deep in my chest is a definite, doubtful discord,
As double-edged emotions pierce through me.

I can’t let this end yet;
Taking hold of an impulse that connects my decaying senses!

I question my indifferent brain:
“Are we all heading towards the end?”
Creation and destruction, approaching impermanence; as the present returns to a clean slate,
There’s just no point any more!

Two worlds intermingle, and I catch a glimpse of their instability –
The proof that something’s lacking there.

I’m sure the things people think are “correct” are simply echoes of the past,
But by breaking these patronizing iron shackles, and reeling in that intertwined fate,
I’ll pull the trigger resting beneath my finger!

Flash of light, pierce through, as an identity who drinks down this poison –
These words I hesitate to speak are blurring fragments of love!
Unable to unravel my own ego, I’m bewitched by another version of myself,
As a foolish emotion distracts me from the pain…
… drowning in a wavering instant.

Flash of light, run forth, seeking to reveal this illusion –
I set off a siren for this “abnormal” era seeking perfection.
Ringing deep in my chest is a definite, doubtful discord,
As double-edged emotions pierce through me.

Between the “beginning and end” –
Upon that borderline, I’ll cut my way through to a single possibility!
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Thaerin Philos at lyrical-nonsense.com

As a single drop of rain falls in this ashen city, I’m a prisoner of memories holding their breath.
A mark is burned upon my eyelids as I brandish a fragile knife –
The future’s crumbling away.

Trapped forever in a world I see in slow motion,
Before I knew it, I was even hating myself…
Reaching my hand out to that forbidden fruit, nameless cells shout forth.

Flash of light, run forth, seeking to reveal this illusion –
I set off a siren for this “abnormal” era seeking perfection.
Ringing deep in my chest is a definite, doubtful discord,
As double-edged emotions pierce through me.

Between the “beginning and end” –
Upon that borderline, I’ll cut my way through to a single possibility!
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Thaerin Philos at lyrical-nonsense.com